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 I move my face close to hers...  I feel her breath.  I gently press my
forehead to hers, and look into the deep blue pools before my eyes.  She
blinks; the long eyelashes gently caress my eyelids.

   Unfortunately, they also touch my eyes.  "Ow!"

   I recoil.  She looks at me with concern.  After a pause, I start
laughing at what just happened.

   "I think you just poked me in the eyes with those things!"

   We have a good silly laugh.  Not everything can be perfect I suppose. 
But we laugh anyway...  feeling good inspite of ourselves.

   Suddenly, I stop and look at us.  I feel a surge inside of me, as I
realize just how beautiful this is.  How close we are.  How we are able to
share even something like this, and laugh about it, and take joy from it.
This IS perfect.

   I reach out and seal her lips with my own.  We engage our tongues,
gently probing; lips smacking passionately.  We stay this way for a good
few minutes, but I pull away, gasping.

   "Hey, why'd you do that?" she said playfully, smiling.  "I'm kind of
plugged up.  Hard to breathe like that!" I chuckled.

   "...Oh really?" she said mischievously.  I see a spark in her eyes.  I
recognize it, knowing that a wicked thought was running through her mind.

   A moment of silence...  just her staring into me...

   Then she springs, getting on top of me and pinning me down.  One hand
goes to my nose and pinches it shut, while she locks her lips over mine
once more.  She holds me.

   At first, I can't help but struggle.  "Mm-mm" she mumbles through her
sealed lips, adjusting to keep me pinned.  She continues to breathe through
her nose while holding my breath with her mouth.

   A feeling of calm washes over me, and I relax...  letting go.  I feel so
connected with her...  so intimate.  I have complete trust in her.  She
begins coaxing the breath out my lungs by pulling her own breath gently
through her mouth.  The very gentle sensation affects me in such a way,
that my body goes limp and allows her to take it with ease.  She takes
almost all of it, then holds.

   The warmth of exhiliration spreads through me.  She is an angel, who has
picked me up, and is now carrying me as she soars through the sky. 
Flying...

   The feeling grows more and more intense, yet I am completely relaxed. 
She is relentless...  holding the seal tightly.  Flying...  soaring...

   So intense now...  the feeling throbs through my whole body.  My heart
drums in my ears.

   There I lay...  soaring...  holding me down...  so peaceful...  so
intimate...  so connected...  trusting...  flying...  throbbing... 
pulsing...

   An explosion of feeling rips through me, and bright lights and colors
flash before my eyes.  The muscles between my legs begin contracting as if
I was having an orgasm.  I try to moan, but I have no air with which to do
so.  Still, she holds me.  Energy rushes through me like a raging current.

   Finally, she releases her mouth and hand, and I gasp for air.  Mostly
because of lack of oxygen, but also from being so exhiliarated at what I am
feeling.  She lays down beside me and wraps her arms around me.

   After a couple of minutes, I manage to catch my breath.  She lifts her
head, and looks down at me, a wicked smile adorning her face.  A hand
slides down my belly.  It slips into my pants, then it returns wet.

   She looks at the wetness on her hand.  It's almost completely soaked. 
She turns back to me.
   "Did you like that?"